Dimensional Descent

Chapter 925 - Lady Anya

Leonel's hair wafted beneath the wind. He could tell that if it wasn't for his innate Fire Elemental affinity, this breath alone might have been enough to scorch his skin.

He turned back, an indifferent look lighting his eyes. It was as though he couldn't see the fear in the guards nor the surrounding experts.

When Leonel's gaze met the steed's, the latter trembled slightly, its nostrils flaring and its body tensing. For some reason, this steed felt a large amount of pressure from Leonel. It wasn't the kind of pressure that said Leonel was stronger than it, but rather just the kind of pressure that said it should be afraid… It was a very subtle difference, almost like it was looking at what Leonel might become rather than what he was.

There were many races of people in the Dimensional verse, humans and the Oryx being just two that Leonel had met to this point. However, there was a large dividing line between species and this dividing line was humanoid versus bestial.

Humanoid races of people like humans and Oryx evolve more to rely on their active abilities and their talent was more malleable. But, the consequence of this is that there are more untalented humans that there are talented ones.

Bestial races evolve to rely on their innate abilities and their talent is far less malleable. However, this likewise means that there are more talented beasts than there are humanoids.

accepting what is given is maybe the most fundamental diverging path of evolution the Dimensional Verse had to offer, from which there were a myriad of

that the instinct of bestial races happened to be far sharper than humanoid races. As such, this steed of the Blood Mercury race was very much

smiled and reached out a hand. Under the stunned gazes of

as though afraid that Leonel would harm it. But, when it sensed that Leonel had no

fiery tempers? Weren't they able to stomp a mountain to rubble with a single hoof and disperse the clouds with

White? Is something the

the only thing gracing their ears being the flute-like whistling of the wind as though it too wanted to show its

help but look up and toward the carriage. In his life, he had only

told Leonel that this was only because she was able to control it better. And, even without this coercion, even without seeing her face, one could already feel

tell that this

carriage itself didn't have a driver, nor were there any windows. Clearly, this Blood Mercury steed had more than enough intelligence of its own to find its

and remembered their duty. However, by the time they wanted to figure out a path to take out of this

long, white dress, so long in fact that it completely masked her feet, leaving it all to their imagination. The dress itself was

world. The sun seemed dimmer, the skies more somber, even the beautiful streets of the Guild paled, unable to match up… And this was all despite